Testo It's a Party - Drag-On
Testo della canzone It's a Party (Drag-On), tratta dall'album Hell and Back
Hey, yeah, uh
It's a party over there, nah
It's a party over here, yeah
Fuck that bullshit
I ain't no Peter Piper but I pay P to pipe ya
'Cause they got me by the balls and I can't risk it all
Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and frisk and all
Rude bwoy, don't make me bloodclot lick off
Me not the one you want, tick off, see-ah
Don't be brave, show me the safe and you'll be saved, see-ah
Cooperate, shit, smart man
Blow, blow, should've been like that from the start, man
Custom-made truck, pop the trunk, it's all wires
Twenty-three inch, all rims, no tires
Gritty motherfucker, feds can't touch us
Got 'em all conceded, the way we leave 'em stuck up
Nigga, I R&B niggas like Usher
I stand for Rob and Bang niggas once the R rush ya
My heart ain't pumpin', no pressure
The way we run up on you niggas like your parents and undress ya
It don't matter what I go through, Double R's my life
And when shit just ain't lookin' good, I'ma make it be alright
It don't matter what I go through, Double R's my life
And when shit just ain't lookin' good, I'ma make it be alright
I'm only out for the cream, y'all wanna know the scheme? (Yup)
Here's a tip, the tip of my gun head holds a beam
Roll with the team with the spinnin' rims
So it seems like I'm movin' slow when I speed
Stomach so empty, my chest starvin'
Y'all could be the great Batman
But I stick niggas up so I'll be the best Robin
I don't respect the D's, make 'em call they sergeant
They call me marjorie, slide out the gutter like butter
I see your stones glistenin', that don't mean nothin' to me
I'll be at your home visitin' and you ain't gon' like my company
Standin' on your doormat and I'm not welcome
I buy bullets but I don't sell 'em, I just make sure niggas felt 'em
Certain niggas gotta feel 'em, at least I don't steal
Long as he come up out his shit, at least I won't peel
May be bad but life ain't all good
Long as niggas got that thing out and everything's understood
It's all hood
It don't matter what I go through, Double R's my life
And when shit just ain't lookin' good, I'ma make it be alright
It don't matter what I go through, Double R's my life
And when shit just ain't lookin' good, I'ma make it be alright
I do my robberies like a book of matches, I light shit
Might strike twice in one night 'til my fire is lit
If I don't got a gun, I'm wire and shit
Fuck it, I don't look at ice admirin' and shit
I'm thinkin' how to make it up it
And is it worth it? Shit, my pockets is hurtin'
And the only way I can soothe the pain is blue chain
I ask myself, "Is that platinum?" Shit
The way I feel right now, I'll take gold if I have to
I don't give a fuck about this party so don't make me do it (No)
Don't make me make this DJ lower this goddamn music (Uh-huh)
Everybody runnin' to they car 'cause you slumped over the bar
Look at everybody havin' a good time, don't make me go that far
I got a nigga in each corner with a good reach on ya
And I don't got the heat on me, so one move and they gon' leap on ya
My clique keep the fumes strong like ammonia
'Cause we go hard, Double R's the squad, the street owners
It don't matter what I go through, Double R's my life
And when shit just ain't lookin' good, I'ma make it be alright
It don't matter what I go through, Double R's my life
And when shit just ain't lookin' good, I'ma make it be alright
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Writer(s): Sergio G. Moore, Mel Smalls, Brian O. Palmer
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